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344 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1999
I should say right away that I've been an Ian Stevenson admirer for a long time. I have not only his Twenty Cases Suggestive of Reincarnation in the original hardcover edition and the revised paperback edition, but I have nearly all of his other books, all four volumes of his Cases of the Reincarnation Type, the more recent European Cases of the Reincarnation Type, Telepathic Impressions - A Review and Report of 35 New Cases, Xenoglossy, Children Who Remember Previous Lives, Where Reincarnation and Biology Intersect, and... well, you get the idea. I have great respect for a man of Dr. Stevenson's stature, the decades of work he put into a very thankless area of research, and the tremendous care he took to always be alert for the false leads, the tempting but dubious "evidence", and easy answers. He was no doubt the greatest living authority on reincarnation as a subject of scientific inquiry until his recent passing, and he will be greatly missed. His contribution in this field was beyond reckoning.
But for all his virtues, Dr. Stevenson had one grave failing as an author: he was a scientist, first and foremost, and he wrote like one. If you're a scientist, reading his books, that's good. If you're not a scientist but a reader of more general literature, it's not so good. Dr. Stevenson's own writing is careful, scrupulous, detailed, meticulous... and sorry to say it, but rather dull. He's so busy avoiding the sensational and splashy, and getting all the detail in careful, studious investigations that he can be a slow, tedious read. You can't really fault him for that - he knew how many conventional so-called scientists couldn't wait to stick the metaphorical knife into him for the smallest slip-ups, a much more harsh and severe grilling than most of them ever got for being play-it-safe conformists and good little unquestioning materialist true believers. (And from where I sit, if there's anything a real scientist should never be, it's unquestioning.) Alas, all this caution and restraint doesn't make Stevenson any easier to read, and I have to take breathers between his books so I can have a little fun and perk myself up.
However, Tom Shroder is not a scientist. He's a reporter, a journalist, someone who is much better with a snappy phrase, a descriptive metaphor, maybe even occasionally a little light alliteration... a much more bouncy, flavorful read. Where this all comes together is that Shroder was allowed to "tag along" with Dr. Stevenson as he went about his business of traveling to remote parts of the world and meeting and talking to people, some of whom really didn't want to talk very much, about things their children did or said that suggested the probability of reincarnation. So this book is not so much an attempt to convince anyone that reincarnation is possible, probable or factual. I find it to be a rather telling portrait of Dr. Stevenson, however, and that's what I wanted. If I want convincing scientific evidence of reincarnation, I'll read Stevenson himself, and cut out the middle-man. But Stevenson never draws much of a portrait of himself at any time in his own writing, so this book filled a void that had gone unfilled for much too long. I enjoyed it greatly.
I suggest this book to those who enjoy biographies, or who find science inspiring but may not have the patience for the meticulous and painstaking detail, and particularly for those who appreciate Dr. Stevenson, but would like to celebrate his life and work with something a little more bracing and adventurous than his own serious writings. This book will almost allow you to have your cake and eat it too.